Pyrrha freezes when she sees the tears rolling down Ruby's cheeks, her own concerned expression freezing into one of shock and dismay. It would probably be less distressing if she had any idea of who Ruby is.
But... she does, doesn't she? Isn't there something kind of familiar about her? Something about the ombre of her hair and the silver of her eyes that tugs at the few memories Pyrrha can call her own? It's so vague Pyrrha doesn't want to pin any of her hopes on it but...
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Pyrrha freezes when she sees the tears rolling down Ruby's cheeks, her own concerned expression freezing into one of shock and dismay. It would probably be less distressing if she had any idea of who Ruby is.
But... she does, doesn't she? Isn't there something kind of familiar about her? Something about the ombre of her hair and the silver of her eyes that tugs at the few memories Pyrrha can call her own? It's so vague Pyrrha doesn't want to pin any of her hopes on it but...
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Who are you...?